Masters torture toy

Masters Torture Toy Part 2

If you haven’t read part one please do so before reading this.

When I awoke the next morning I was in a lot of pain from the hogtie and my mouth was so dry, I heard Master coming down the stairs, so closed my eyes and just pretended to still be asleep. I got a sharp kick to the side of my body, I should have realized it would not have matter if I was asleep or not.

“wakey wakey cunt face”

I raised my head just enough to be looking at Masters feet, he sat down in front of me and wrapped his legs around my head so he had his legs crossed with my head trapped between them on his lap, he pulled out his cigarettes and lit up. I hated the fact that before I was abducted by Master I was a smoker, now I was forbidden from smoking, just being a ashtray was my only contact with cigarettes, apart from when Master purposely blew smoke into my face.

“I thought I would sit here with you for 5 minutes cunt as Fred will be here in 25 minutes”

My heart skipped a beat…. I had almost forgotten that I was being sold today, maybe it was the fact I hoped it was all a bad dream. Master rose and began to untie me, I knew better than to move once released although as the blood rushed back through my body I was in pain and found it impossible to make my limbs work properly anyway.

“Time to get you ready bitch”

My cock and balls were released from the chastity tube I had worn for the past 8 months, Master stroked them in a way I had never felt before, he was gentle and loving, it felt so good, but was short lived.

“This worthless thing will never know release again bitch”

My arms were quickly tied behind my back at the wrists and again at the elbows, then my knees and again at the ankles, my hands were clinched and wrapped in layers of duct tape, heavy straps were put around my legs, and torso to keep my arms firmly in place behind my back, a filthy sock was shoved in my mouth, then heavily tapped in, then a strap around my mouth, then more tape all over my head.

I now couldn’t speak, move or see, and could barely hear from the layers of duct tape all over my head. I heard the faint sound of the doorbell and pissed all over the floor in pure terror at what was happening, Master actually laughed and didn’t shout at me.

Once Fred was inside I couldn’t make out what was being said as they seemed to keep very quite, I made out the odd words and laughter here and there but couldn’t make out conversation. Before long I felt Fred and Master stood beside me and lifting me up, I was placed inside something and it stank worse than a sewer, I heard the top close and then felt it moving.

Once I was loading onto Fred’s truck we were on our way, it seemed to take an eternity to get there but was probably only an hour or 2, once we were there I began moving again and stopped after a short while. Fred opened the top and ripped the tape enough so it was off my eyes and my ears, and I sat there crouched and bundled up staring up at him.

He must have been around 60, I could only see his face and was in too much fear to pay too much attention, I hated enclosed spaces and guess as Fred had my phobia list this was taking into account.

“Hello shit face, I am Fred…. Master to you, you do not need to know anything about me, of course I already know everything about you, as you can see you have been locked in this dustbin, which I kindly cut 2 air holes into for you, see not so bad am I?, I am going to leave you here until morning to get used to it a little, sleep well fuck face”

With that he shut the lid and clicked the lock shut, I screamed and thrashed about but I doubt he could even hear me through the gag. I didn’t get a ounce of sleep that night, I laid awake scared, worried, and crying most of the night.

When morning came and Master came and opened the bin I had never been so happy to see someone I already hated so much, When he opened the lid, he pushed the bin over bring it and me crashing into the ground, he then grabbed me by the hair and dragged me out, flipping me over and sitting astride my chest.

He must have been 350lbs, very fat, ugly and old, He did tell me his age was actually 62, he explained to me he held parties for older more unattractive men with very weird fetishes and fantasies that I would be fulfilling, as well as being his personal abuse toy.

When he released my head from between his knees I looked around and saw we were on a farm, I dreaded every moment of what lay ahead and knew I would have no choice in anything that happened to me.

Master grabbed my legs and dragged me across the farm to where his house was, when he got the door, he grabbed my hair and dragged me inside. I was laid on the living room floor and Master disappeared coming back carrying a large duffle bag with him.

“Time to get you set up shit face”

I was untied apart from the rope that held my wrists, elbows, knees and ankles together, everything else was taken off. First Master went about wrapping a bendy metal wire around my cock and balls until they were sore and swollen, he took a needle and pierced both of my ears, putting in extremely large silver hoops, then he pierced my nipples and again large hoops were fitted.  He pained my toe nails and finger nails bright pink, pierced my tongue with a small silver hoop and locked a thick leather collar around my neck tightly. I was untied and Master began to dress me, frilly pink panties, white tights, A diaper, A tight pink training bra, A frilly pink dress, and a frilly bonnet.

Master took my head and looked into my gagged face.

“Feel a little humiliated do we?, get used to it, the people who use you are of the most sick and perverted king believe me, and they love little girlyboys who can be abused in ways to bad to even describe.

As the weeks went on, I began to forget my old life, but could never get used to the one I was stuck in now, I was always dressed in humiliating clothing, I never tasted real food, and Master was having the time of his life with my phobia list, I had a fear of birds, so I spent 5 days tied up as a scarecrow, covered in honey and birdseed, I was bound so much and gagged so hard I couldn’t even make enough noise or move an inch to scare them away when they landed on me, once a day Master would come ungag me, give me a glass of stale piss to drink and re gag me.

My claustrophobia often found me back in the bin, locked in a small chest, and in other small enclosed spaces.

My smoking was used against me, Master had me wear a special Mask he attached 5 cigars into when he inhaled the smoke came through the mask, into my gagged face, my eyes burned and I coughed and spluttered into the gag each time, Master just smiled to himself. I was still used as a ashtray forced to chew cigarette and cigar ends and was now used as a stubber too, both on my body and face, Master seemed to have no problem scaring or burning me.

I was physically and mentally abused by both Master and the people who used me, Master would often take the pictures of my family that were given to him and show me, telling me how I would never see them again, he would bring up things from my past that haunted me and taunt me.

I was made to suck horse cock, lick horses asses, I was bound in hen coupes, suck cow udders and asses, eat shit and piss from animals, and all the while my hunger grew, I would find myself bound with my head strapped to a box, with a nice plate of hot food directly under my nose, and I was bound and gagged and unable to do anything but smell the food, after a hour it would be taken away and something Master decided appropriate replaced it, usually, shit, vomit soup, insects, parts from dead animals and worse.

1 of the men who used me called Ron was a 68 year old guy, who I had to start writing love letters too, I had to write to him once a week, telling him all the sick and depraved things I wanted him to do to me, well that Master came up with to tell e to write, I had to tell him how much I loved him and wanted to marry him, it was so humiliating, and I knew one day Master would arrange the marriage.

I was never washed, never showered or cleaned, and the only time I emptied my bladder and bowels was into the diapers which then were usually rubbed in my face and hair, or spoon fed back to me, or onto the floor outside.

Some of the men loved treating me like a perverted little girl, making me tell them in a girly voice how I wanted them to make me suck a horse cock, or have them gangbang me.

A couple of them would tease me about how Master didn’t feed me properly and they would have me strapped down and force feed me various lots of animal shit (cow, horse, dog, sheep, pigs etc) until I had vomited over myself 5 or 6 times.

Some liked to just cause me pain and would hang me from rafters and use me as a punch bag, some would attach heavy weights to my piercings, then my cock and balls and chase me around the fields with bb guns, I was plugged with piss enemas for 12 hours+ until the cramps were so painful I couldn’t stand it, I was branded, pierced all over including my face with pins and needles, I was covered in degrading, humiliating names and messages with permanent marker pens, I was strapped to cows asses, bound in piles of manure, was licking the asses of men old enough to be my grandfather.

I had been buried up to the neck in the ground for 2 days, had smoke and irritants blown and rubbed into my eyes, they filled my ass with animal shit, had me mounted by dogs, I had licked muddy boots, I was bound and dragged around fields behind a tractor or Masters favorite muck spreader, I was fed all kinds of animal food, some would just try and be as creatively cruel as possible with food for feeding me and find the most revolting things imaginable, they would exercise me by attaching my cock and balls to the 2 great Danes leads and let them drag me around the field,  I was staked out in the heat all day to get sun burn, just so they could sit slapping me later, I was made to lick clean outhouses, and a whole lot more.

My life had sunk as low as it could go and as much as I wanted it to end I knew it never would, Master had told me once he was bored of me I would just be sold on or given away again, and the process would repeat.

I know my life will never again be nothing but my Masters Torture Toy.